niggas,
Blood niggas, ese's, Asians
Dominicans, Puerto Ricans,
white boys, Jamaicans
Latin Kings, Disciples, Vice Lords, Haitians
All these motherfuckers been
patiently waitin'
Since the West coast fell off,
the streets been watchin'
The West coast never fell off,
I was sleep in Compton
Aftermath been here,
the beats been knockin'
Nate Dogg doin' his thing,
DPG still poppin'
I got California Love,
fuckin' bitches to that 'Pac shit
And Westside Connection,
been had it locked, bitch
I'm in the rearview, my guns is cockin'
I put red dots on that nigga
head like Rodman
All Stars, fat laces, gun charge,
court cases
Fought that, not guilty, I'm back,
niggas hate me
Been there, done that,
sold crack, got jacked
Got shot, came back,
jumped on Dre's back
Payback, homie I'm bringin' C.A. back
And I don't do button up
shirts or drive Maybachs
All you old record labels tryna advance
Aftermath bitch,
take it like a muh'fuckin' man
If you take a look in my eyes
You see I'll be a
gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic
got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from,
nigga Westside
If you take a look in my eyes
You see I'll be a gang
sta 'til I die
That California chronic
got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from,
nigga Westside
I'm lowridin' homey, six trey Im pala
Gold D's spinnin',
chrome hydraulics
Run up on my lo-lo,
you you stop breathin'
Hollow tips make niggas
disappear like Houdini
Gang bangin' is real,
homey I'm living proof
Like Snoop Dogg,
C-walkin' on on top of the devil's roof
Rap critics wanna converse,
about this and that
Cause red strings in his Converse,
and this a Dre track
Keep jibbin' and jabbin',
I pull the .38Magnum
And get to clickin' and clackin',
your homies wanna know what happened
Come to Compton see Thriller
like Mike Jackson
I might be, Spike Lee,
of this gun clappin'
Prior to rappin', I was drug traffickin'
In the dope spot playin'
John Madden
Homey I ain't braggin', I took five
You wanna die,
run up on that black 745
If you take a look in my eyes
You see I'll be a
gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic
got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from,
nigga Westside
If you take a look in my eyes
You see I'll be a gang
sta 'til I die
That California chronic
got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from,
nigga Westside
New York, New York, big city of dreams
I got my L.A. Dodger fitted on,
I'm doin' my thing
Got me fuckin' with G-Unit,
you you know the drama that bring
I got niggas in Westside Compton
and Southside Queens
And Buck told me in Cashville, I'm good
when I come through
So I ain't gotta tuck in my
chain like DJ Pooh
I'm gangsta - more like
Deebo when he was Zeus
Play Bishop, I paint that picture,
now who got the Juice?
You niggas is Nutso, I
take off your roof
Leave yo' ass stretched
out like a Cadillac coupe
God gotta let me in heaven,
all the shit I've been through
I was a O.G. in the hood before
I turned twenty-two
Homey Homey I let the 38 special
ripped through that vest
And I don't contemplate whether
or not he left his shit on the dresser
Got Compton on my back,
I'm startin' to feel the pressure
I'm lyrically Kool G. Rap on these
Dre records
If you take a look in my eyes
You see I'll be a
gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic
got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from,
nigga Westside
If you take a look in my eyes
You see I'll be a gang
sta 'til I die
That California chronic
got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from,
nigga Westside